The golden candle lit windows dim in the distance The happy parents smiling gratefully As they pack the freshly delivered presents under The newly decorated Christmas tree
Wings scattering the falling snow As it rests on the still forest below Β Swooping low, tightly holding Their lovingly wrapped Christmas presents
The unsuspecting children Smiling, snug and sound asleep dreaming of Christmas Twit twoo twit twoo they call as the last present Is packed tightly under the Christmas tree
The light rises, the small eyes open Christmas is upon us